﻿Without a whisper of warning, glorious pink petals fell,still lovely in their last moments.

I saw them drop,an oddly silent, sudden act.It seemed a crash was needed, but poppy rain fellwith no sound at all. ﻿

midsummer petal fall

I've been thinking about "silence" recently...not that there is much of that in my household...in my life, but maybe that's why I'm pondering it, because I need it so desperately. I'm carrying this phrase with me:

In silence my soul waits for You, O L﻿ord.

But what does it mean?

I'm throwing this blog post out unfinished, a work in process, asking you to think with me about the role of silence in our world.

Whatever happened to silence? Where has it gone? What does that mean? What has it cost us?

What happens in silence that doesn't happen any other way? Is silence nothing/emptiness/passive/nil/not anything at all?

Or...consider the poppies.

In the silence, there was great activity, a huge change. No noise was needed, but a lot was going on, for the poppy.

How about you? Do you need silence? How do you get that space? What happens in silence?

I absolutely LOVE silence!! When I'm home alone, I can go most of the day and have quiet, if not silence. Funny you should ask today! I read a Chrisma article on how to hear God speaking. We are to be at our post, anticipating, watching, listening for God to speak. He does speak, but we have to listen. We can't listen for the still small voice if our life is filled up with sound and noise and electronics all day long. This article said that his speaking is not what is in our thoughts, but come in an illogical pattern at times - my interpretation. In our cozy home morning brings hubby's cough that is beyond his control, but my ears hear it all the same way whether it is beyond his control or not! - couldn't be silence for a while, but it came and it is always so cherished. It's so calming, refreshing! As I see all of the things that take our time and silence, it makes me wonder about how the next generations will handle being still, in silence and listening for God to speak - He IS speaking - the choice is up to us .

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I'm finding my way beyond the maze of the "middle" years (if I'm gonna be 100 and something someday...) ​living life as a country woman who is a writer, gardener, wife, mom, nature observer, teacher,and most of all a much loved child of God.